This Hallow's eve, the Theatre is coming down to party at the clubs !!!!

This Hallow's eve, the Theatre is coming down to party at the clubs !!!!

A year of beauty. A year of plenty. A year of planting. A year of harvest.
A year of forests. A year of healing. A year of vision. A year of passion.
A year of rebirth. A year of rebirth. This year may we renew the earth.
Let it begin with each step we take. Let it begin with each change we make.
Let it begin with each chain we break. And let it begin every time we awake.

Always felt that theatre is stuck up there and should be down here where the real people are... well, its Hallows nite and we, the theatre people love to let our hair down and when we do all hell breaks loose... (pssst....its actually almost everyday we let our hair down) for those who have hair, those who don't they still let it down somehow..

So, we are coming to you, to let loose, hang out, squirm around and make you cry.... laugh till you cry that is.
Coffins, coffins and caskets???
Any box used to bury the dead in is a coffin. A distinction between "coffins" and "caskets", using coffin to refer to a tapered hexagonal or octagonal (also considered to be anthropoid in shape) box used for a burial and casket to refer to a rectangular burial box with a split lid used for viewing the deceased.

The Question is, my dear friends... would you lie in a coffin, actually lie in it for a while? Have you ever wondered, maybe just out of curiosity ... what does it feel like inside that wooden box... with the lid closed?

Well, people today are more receptive and open to the topic of death and coffins... on the coast of Ghana, the Ga tribe approach death in an interesting way.
The coffins they create are brightly colored, elaborate and festive. Often called "fantasy coffins", they represent something about how deceased lived. Coffins are created in the form of fish, animals, cars, bottles, Bibles, and any other object requested. A fisherman may get a fish coffin; A carpenter, a hammer; or a photographer, a camera. Someone devout may choose a Bible. Vices like beet bottles and cigarettes are also used.

Whatever it is... we do have something in stored for you along these lines, but then who's going to let the cat out of the bag? No, it will definitely not be me... you will have to come to find out...

if there will be or there will not be, a coffin a casket, and a body to see... heh heh heh!!!

ps. do bring along your cameras, you might want to take a body shot with it....

“The Bat” by AIIA, an improv show in the dark!

A Very Funny Halloween by the Artificially Intelligent : Improvholics Anonymous.
AIIA is an improv theatre troupe that entertains spectators with a spontaneous acting of a random scene thrown at them. The crowd suggest a random place, and these humorous people will create a spontaneous play based on the suggested scene. They were really great at their thing. They are really funny and we LOVE THEM!

Current members are: Abdul Qahar Aqilah, Amelia Chen, Ashraf Zain, David Chin, Farah Rani, Iedil Alaudin, Malik Taufiq, Shamaine Othman, Tisha Zainal and Xavier Fong

Sit back, relax, we shut off the lights and you Hear the funniest improv show you've ever Not seen. It's The Bat! Improv in the dark.

http://www.dsicomedytheater.com/shows/details/the-bat/
Find out more about them at http://ai-improv.blogspot.com/

Ritual theatre on “The Last Harvest” by Seventhcreation and Friends

Witness an improv Ritual theatre on “The Last Harvest” as the Samhain Holiday begins at sundown on October 31st. The nightide was always a time to be wary of walking alone in the countryside. So much more on this Night when the veils between the worlds of humans and spirits was at its thinnest. Traditional lore speaks of the dead returning to visit their kin and the doors to the Lands of the Sidhe (pronounced "shee") or Faery Realm being opened.

The Celtic peoples called the time between Samhain (pronounced "SOW-in" in Ireland, SOW-een in Wales, "SAV-en" in Scotland or even "SAM-haine" in non Gaelic speaking countries) and Brigid's Day "the period of little sun." Thus, Samhain is often named the "Last Harvest" or "Summer's End". The "time which is no time" was considered in the "old days" to be both very magical and very dangerous. So even today, we celebrate this Holiday with a mixture of joyous celebration and 'spine tingling" reverence.

An altar with symbols of life and death, Each person then braid or knot their three ribbons together focusing on the memories of those you have lost in your life. Then take a moment to meditate on the cycle of life, death, and rebirth.

Trick or treat with WLU

All friends, from all walks of life, lets celebrate the night, while we are alive... hee hee hee...
and what Halloween will it be if we don't have the mischievous crew from WLU trick and treating us with some good ol old school fun... but then again, we are creative people so expect no candy bars or spooky mask.

Its trick and treating at its wicked-est hour, which will leave you wanting for more... maybe again next year???

DO YOU HAVE COSTUME? Don't miss this chance to be in on the show....

http://www.abracadabra-costume.com

if you don't feel like spending $$$ for costumes, why don't you just take a peek into that closet of yours and just mix and match anything you got there!
Ideas can be obtained at

http://costumeideazone.com/
http://familycrafts.about.com/cs/halloweentheme/a/091399.htm
http://crafts.suite101.com/article.cfm/more_creative_halloween_costumes
http://www.robinsfyi.com/holidays/halloween/costumes.htm

meow ... meow... meowwwww.....

Black cats have played a major role for centuries in folklore, superstition, and mythology. Black cats in the middle ages were believed to be witches' familiars, and some people even believed them to be witches incarnate. Many of these old superstitions about black cats exist to this day.

Black Cats and Luck

Depending on one's area of the world (and the century one lived in), black cats portend either good or bad luck. Here are some examples, a couple of them quite involved, with some tongue-in-cheek asides.

* In Asia and the U.K., a black cat is considered lucky.
* In Yorkshire, England, it may be lucky to own a black cat,
but it is unlucky have one cross your path.
* To dream of a black cat is lucky.
* On the other paw, seeing a black cat in your dream indicates
that you are experiencing some fear in using your psychic
abilities and believing in your intuition.
I wonder who makes up these things?
* A funeral procession meeting up with a black cat is believed
to forecast the death of another family member.
* In 16th century Italy, people believed that if someone was sick
he would die if a black cat lay on his bed.
* In North America, it's considered bad luck if a black cat crosses
your path and good luck if a white cat crosses your path. In the U.K.,
switch the colors, I guess unless you live in Yorkshire.
* Finding a white hair on a black cat brings good luck.
Don't pluck it though, or your luck may turn bad.
* A strange black cat on a porch brings prosperity to the owner. (Scottish Lore)
* A black cat seen from behind portends a bad omen. (And a black cat seen
from the front is a GOOD omen?)
* Ahhh...an explanation here: If a black cat walks towards you,
it brings good fortune, but if it walks away, it takes the good luck with it.
* If a black cat crosses your path while you're driving, turn your hat
around backwards and mark an X on your windshield to prevent bad luck.
Oh my, what if you aren't wearing a hat? Or you're not carrying a felt-tip pen
or lipstick? Please, don't try this one at home!

Black Cats and Witches

Black cats have long been associated with witches and witchcraft to the extent that during October, the Month of Halloween, black cats and witches are favorite icons used for costumes, home decor, and party themes. This trend is so embedded in modern society that we've forgotten that the modern holiday we celebrate as Halloween has ancient beginnings as well as names:

Samhain
* The religious year of Pagans starts and ends with Samhain, which is also the
beginning of the Celtic new year," according to Patti Wigington,
Pagan/Wiccan Guide. Samhaim is also a time for honoring ancestors who
came before, Patti explains. All Hallows' Eve Catholics celebrate the
first of November as The Solemnity of All Saints. October 31st is thereby
designated as All Hallows' Eve (since the Saints celebrated on November 1st
are considered hallowed.

Despite these religious beginnings of Halloween, old beliefs about black cats and witches still play a large part in this holiday.

* Black Cats as Witches' Familiars
It was largely in the Middle Ages that the black cat became affiliated with evil.
Because cats are nocturnal and roam at night, they were believed to be
supernatural servants of witches, or even witches themselves, according
to Glenda Moore.
* Folklore has it that if a witch becomes human, her black cat will no longer
reside in her house.
* Some believe that black cats are witches in disguise, or witches reborn.
* Others believe black cats are witches familiars (beings that aid witches
in performing their craft). Not all familiars were black cats though;
some were cats of other colors, dogs, pigs, or other animals.
* For several centuries "witches" were rounded up, tried, and killed by
burning or other violent methods; often their familiars were killed
along with them.

Regardless of these superstitions, black cats have their own large group of
loyal followers, people who love to be surrounded by these glossy black
vessels of love.

passing the pouring rains.... pours the tears to melt the heart...

the heart hardened... embedding all the pain.

families, closest siblings, loved ones, relatives, lovers, friends....
loyalty, betrayal, deceit, lies, neglect, compromising, twisting....

deepest that wound, that cut, that glare, that cold snide, the smirk....
that silent judgmental look, almost softly chilling deathly pale and emotionless guiltless

we bleed, we eat, we sleep, we breath, we talk... we forget...
we wake, we cry, we fight, we struggle .... we pretend...

then its time...
its gone....

yes, for no reason, beyond your knowledge that it even existed, another eye opens.
this new eye is lodged inside your heart...

shocked... you feel the pain slowly as it peels open itself and like the tearing of flesh, warm blood flows, you see through the blurry red vision...
for the first time, through this new but painful eye
you see yourself...

with nothing, nothing at your side, in front beneath behind, nothing within... you are without
you are empty like a hollow shell.
mistaken??? where did everything go, everything that mattered gone...
you feel the earth below soften, turning into mud you let yourself slip in.
soft, warm suffocating sanctuary....

deep and dark, nestle inside you sleep...
happy to be safe from the light, the noise, the room of crowded smiling people...
you sleep... numbing the pain....
there in this dark sanctuary, you sleep and you dream...

dwell in the sweet childhood memories... smile
only the good ones... only the ones you have kept ...
safe and clean, preserved the pure innocence, the pure nonjudgmental love that flowed freely to fill you, that made you strong,that made you believe that you could do anything you wanted... that nestled safely inside you, whispering to you...

now in pain ...
you sleep...
you sleep....

where you were once unbound by the laws and morals of society, free to laugh and sing, and shout and cry , and light as air... my dear friend, you will wake...
you will feel the urge to pull free, feel the immerse pressure to push upwards and break free... to stand up again and tear away this face that has been sleeping, this heart that has been numb and silent, you open your mouth to scream, nothing....

you wake to the magnificent glorious beautiful sunset, too wonderful to describe...
too blinding to move.
you stand bathing in this wonderful farewell of the sun to its short lived day...

its magical in colors and rich in the rhythms and tones...
each day its magnificent farewell never fails ... as its royal and magnificent splendor is gone in seconds...

what more of our goodbyes then.....?

Life goes on, and we wait, for another and another yet glorious sunset, another yet solemn and beautiful goodbye....

if this is our future.... then

to whom does this earth belong to?
to you? to me? our neighbors? our children? nature? the animals?

I saw a beautiful flock of seagulls this morning flying pass our balcony and wondered if they are lost.... eagles and cranes I have seen, but seagull??? sigh...

when did we learn to not share? did they teach us in school to fight for our territory? claim our roads? divide our buildings? and color code our children according to our rightful religion and faith?

red for anger? white for mourning? green for greed? black for hate? brown for weak? yellow for selfishness? purple for outcast?

what is it with people who are leaders and are silent? lips sewn shut with threads of currency or fear?
what is it with people who once wanted to be leaders and are now leading, but have now chosen to remain silent?
where are those that swore that they would make a difference once they had the power to do so, and why are they silent?
what changed?
the fact that they are now on the other side?
yes, I would think so... for who are we to judge these leaders?
Once upon a time we were fighting for a cause, and ten years down the line we have become the very cause that we once fought to stop and abolish.. war or oppression, peace and freedom, judgment or justice lives on both sides of the world and there is always 2 sides to a coin.

but then again what baffles is the fact that there are leaders who are manipulators as well. those would be the most dangerous leaders of all times.
Though centuries, the ones that really makes a difference, be it for good or for bad, are always those that wage war with the minds. they play a higher game, abide by invisible rules, ones we cannot see if we are to busy to stop and think, if we foolishly remain hidden behind the chaos that was created to hide the real truth.

what is the real truth. what is the actual agenda of all this commotion, which could actually be nothing ... born off nothing, began with nothing... far far away from the real scary truth of what they are actually aiming for... only they would know.

I never believed such people exist, and it baffles me that someone would actually go through all the trouble to lay out the plans and carefully construct the steps that would be the coming of or the downfall to, an entrapment of another, all for fame, glory and power.
Did I forget to mention wealth?

Yes, to my amazement I have discovered that there are people like this who exist, they do exist, they plan, sweet smiling faces, humble and friendly.
from a simple "office worker" to "a teacher" to "an artist" or even "a traveler".. to survive, to achieve, to get what they want, and when they already have all they need, they decide no one else must have what they have achieved, then there is the fear that it will all be taken away from them, then that is when they would do anything... anything... they plan and conceive a hungry ghost that clings unto them with long red tongues, bloody eyes and hungry mouths open, salivating, sucking and draining all good things around them, till they shrivel up, dry and dead.. walking around the earth still hungry...

Then again should I also mention that some of our bosses do that as well... parents? mmm... religious people?? we all seem to fall into the category if we are not careful..

a simple one liner actually gives me peace...
there is a certain expiry date for all of us and that date is so certain that any amount of manipulation or deceiving will not change it..

we are not immortals, we are living beings and we are all living on each others borrowed land, time and grace...

the sooner we learn that the better...

~ The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life out of them, molding them into impermanent things ~
Rabindranath Tagore

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Its eyes.....

“I am a traveler, a rolling stone, a mover. I have seen things, felt them, tasted and smelled.
The levels of variations that holds precious and wasted lifeforms, its shades & colors.”

“Heard their voices, all their tunes, from both axis of symmetry, from the conditions of daylight and deep nights, the many arguments of what and where priorities are and then should lie.”

“I learn the name of greed, whispered are the sounds of mercy, to many helpless ears, souls who want more from their ordinary day, ignorant of the countless blessings, ignorantly they gaze, they blink, their eyes, they yearn for another doorway, another path.*”

“I have walked the road, the highway, that path, the track and the silver line*.”

“I first saw her, no, no... it was heard, .... I first heard her...”

a small whimper, a small sigh... shallow breathing. Soft and quiet, breath laced with fear, smelt of tears, someone still so very young...

under the bed, in the dark, rolled up in a little lump of bundled cloth, not moving at all. Trying to remain as still as she can *

the single small wooden frame bed, in a small rectangular room, soft whimperings of a 4 year old child, escapes its lips while the rhythmic dances of lonely shadows reflecting in its eyes, lost, no, it was left behind...

this child was left behind... its pupils fully dilated, hands hugging its knees tightly to its small rolled up body, squeezing as if it could transform itself into a small, round, bright, beautiful, red, bouncing ball... and bounce away, into the shining light... out the door, down the stairs.. and into the open, free... with no direction or restrictions... no pain.

“ I followed this child's mind, as it frees itself from under the bed, it took flight, seeping through the bottom of the door, stopped to observe the silence, no one cared. It seep out slowly, like a crawling form of thin fragile smoke, and I, I followed quietly”

“ yes, step by step, carefully, down the stairs, it glided, in silence and quiet gentleness. As if fearful to wake the great awfulness. It was gliding carefully, while I followed curiously, silently.”

It stopped, beside an old shady tree. And under this nice, warm, old, friendly, tree was a bell. A copper bell. The bell was quiet because everyone was sleeping. It took shape. Forming itself, a small child, small and dainty and thin. As its form became more complete, it slowly turned its head, and caught me by surprise, it looked at me shyly. Its eyes.....

as fragile as these wings that catches the falling rain, my life is....

June and July..... they are passing.
like sisters, like children, they giggle and run around the trees, playing cheekily, teasingly, they know. they look at me, eyes shinning brightly, innocently, smiling .. starring.. open.. fearless.. they turn around as if to leave, but they look back at me and whisper, just 2 more steps and we will be gone...

who can hold on to time, to pause it... to say please, wait a little while longer

Dear sisters, if you go, with just a blink it will be November, then in a turn of a page, its January 2010...

am I quite ready for another 365?

who is?

Last year, still seems like yesterday, my friend and Boss, Peter passed away at the age of 52, found in his car in a huge drain, 3 days of coma, then gone.

this year, the King of Pop, 50, collapsed, dead within the next few hours.

the film-maker Yasmin Ahmad, 51, died last Saturday, two days after suffering a stroke.

stop

ponder

calculate

50 years is actually quite short to live your life and do all the things you can think of.

50 years is just 5 times of 10.

first 10, from crawling to walking, running and discovering...

second 10, from learning, to the forming of what we have learned to opinions and fights and tempers and confusion, love and lust, the high's and the low low's...

third 10, a choice of career or settling down with kids by choice or accidental, compromising with our in-laws, "our morals", neighbors, colleagues and "our friends"...

fourth 10 is actually the last 10 before the number 50 comes up...

what have we done then ? can we see what we have done? have we written it down? shared them with someone? thought about them...

what are we before we expire?

who were we at the moment of slipping away?

will we remember the sweetest thing that happened to us in that 40 odd years of our existence?

Life is short, that's what I said this morning to a 15 year old boy, and the words thundered in my mind in truth well said...

when I leave..

I want to remember what it was like to walk barefooted and remember the feeling of the grass between my toes... the greenish scent of it when its freshly cut..

the odour of the humid hot air when the heavy dark gray cloud belt down those stinging droplets of warm rain...

the carefree caressing wind blowing my hair playfully across my face on a hot bright sunny day, as I sit in a shade under a tree watching the blue blue skies filled with white animated clouds move silently, slowly forming creatures that my cartoon influence imagination recognize ...

I love life, and wish for all creatures, human and animal alike, nature and elements
to remember
to celebrate life,
each and every 24 hours,
individually,
significantly.....

happily no matter what happened...
nothing can be done for the death of that 24 hours that has passed...
so that when we open our eyes to the next

we smile and we know we will do our best for this next we are given...

celebrate with me my friends, lets ...

Gay Nepal: A Struggle Against History

Is religion an issue?

It's mostly Hindus and Buddhists in Nepal. Religion is quite flexible there. There is some same sex stuff in Tibetan culture. When I go to temples I can see stone and wooden same sex carvings. It's been there for a long time in religion. We call them mit and mitni— man-man woman-woman friendships. You go to a temple, find a witness and exchange flowers. That's quite accepted by society. Mits share everything including the bed. It still goes on in the countryside. I think it's much more than deep friendship.


Funny because when people ask a question like are you gay, I always feel there is a bigger statement to make than to just say yes, I am.

I would rather say, " I don't know if I am or not but I am definitely happy and celebrating my life...."


Is there no local word for it?

There is Ma-runi which means feminine men. They would cross dress and even serve in the army and perform dances. Even the royal family invites them to perform. People think it's good luck to see them. But no one wants them in their families. They are feminine but people don't think about them sexually.

So, all of this research and readings and sharing has got me thinking...

1. why are we fighting for rights, must it be given in the first place?

2. the right to love and to be loved by one is my birth right, the ability to love and receive makes me human.

3. by practicing respect to all living creatures regardless of gender, race, age and relation, and accepting every individual living creature as they are is practicing universal rights which no law in this world can prohibit.

I therefore will not allow any man or woman to tell me who I can or cannot love, and I believe my God is a loving God, not a judge and a punishing Father, and we are all his children.

I think this year for Independence day, I will celebrate my independence by freeing the mind.
I will set my self, mind, and thoughts free... and live.

I will life it to the fullest and I will life a life worth living and celebrated my independence fully before I exit this world.

Join Me???

earth day 2009, Malaysia.

we waited. 8.30pm came.... we saw, the darkness did not overcome... it made us sad... maybe next year it will be better?

My mind on a resting day....

I wanna be all that I can be
And all that I can be I wanna know
Then still if that is all that I will ever be
Can it be all that simple to just be everything and still be me…

I want to know all that is to know
And feel, to think and wonder all that is possibly unknown
Sit in the light and think of the darkness
That taught me so well
Reaching in and out of both these world,
they have taught me so well

I left fear behind, stood up stepped out and learnt that shadow
Was a friend of my past?
No doubts, evolved into conscience, a guide, wisdom
Life’s greatest teachers stay deep within my heart

Smiling now, gently with secrets at the corner of my eyes,
I look and see, my third eyes are open,
Sight that feels, smells that can touch,
Souls existing branded in the flesh,
I am living as I want

I am living as I have ever wanted
Inside coming out
I have stepped out
The beginning of birth
The light not from sight
From instinct, from blindness yet sharp
Perfectly tuned beyond all false illusions
I am me
I have found me…

26th February 2009